User blog comment:Corbus/A New Home/@comment-4094509-20111025222508

Soarin nodded as she heard Claudius's simple tale. A wanderer like she was. She suddenly felt a sort of understanding go between them. They both knew the life of a wanderer well.

The pair reaches the village in no time. The village is a simple one with huts with thatched roofs and the smoke of cooking fires spiraling like a gray mist from the chimneys. Soarin quickly perches on an old birch tree that has managed to grow on a grassy knoll in front of a few huts. She watches Claudius enter one of them. "Seeya, Claudius!" she would say before settling down in one of the thick branches. She would preen her feathers, waiting.